Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Reader, I discovered a poem by A. E. Housman today, and I can't stop reading it over and over. Discovering a piece of great writing is a lot like discovering gold, isn't it? You sift through pebbles and dust for weeks and months till finally, you find a nugget.
Read it with me?

When green buds hang in the elm like dust 
And sprinkle the lime like rain, 
Forth I wander, forth I must 
And drink of life again. 

Forth I must by hedgerow bowers 
To look at the leaves uncurled 
And stand in the fields where cuckoo flowers 
Are lying about the world.
- A. E. Housman


  1. Your Anonymous ReaderMay 19, 2013 at 1:38 PM

    Hello Ms Bronte,

    You may not remember me but here I am, almost 3 years later, back to my happy place. The place that helped me focus on my own pursuit of happiness when I was lost and the place I ignored when I deluded myself that I was happy. But the pursuit never ends does it?

    I am a selfish reader Ms. Bronte. I am back not because of you but because I need a happy place once again. I am back here because I feel vulnerable, torn, lost, broken and I want life to be simple. I don't want to feel that the Pursuit is futile and happiness in unattainable. I want to be the person I was 3 years ago.

    Bah! What am I rambling about....I know nothing. The only thing I do know is that it's 2 AM but I am going to spend my next couple of hours catching up on your pursuit. I hope that it will give me hope.

    Thank you for still being here.

    1. Dear Anonymous Reader,
      I'm so sorry. I only just saw this.
      No, I'm afraid the pursuit never ends. It just gets harder or easier, in phases, I think. I'm really glad that you're back though, and that you consider this little corner of mine a happy place. I wondered about you.
      I hope you still find something here that you like, because I'm not the same person I was three years ago. But I do still believe, with ever-increasing conviction, that happiness remains very attainable and that the Pursuit is never futile.